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Quidditch can be said to be the most important sport in the wizarding world.
As a multi-person team aerial confrontation, apart from a very few wizards who hate Quidditch due to special factors, most wizards, whether or not they are good at flying, love this fast-paced, dangerous, and exciting sport.
Accurately speaking, with the passage of time, it has even become a symbol of the current wizarding world.
Underage wizards will ride flying brooms in their backyards to simulate Quidditch; students from magic schools such as Hogwarts, Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Ilvermorny will form teams to play Quidditch; and thousands of wizarding stars around the world take Quidditch matches as their profession, attracting hundreds of thousands of fans to watch their games every year.
Even, one of the necessary factors to determine whether a country has a sound magic ministry is to see whether the country's magic ministry has an exclusive magic sports department to manage and organize Quidditch-related sports within its borders.
In addition, there are large specialized professional organizations such as the "International Quidditch Association" internationally. Every official professional game has trained wizard paramedics on standby by the sidelines in case of emergency - this comprehensive and complete logistical lineup combination cannot be fully popularized on the battlefield even during the Wizarding Wars.
Therefore, in other words...
"As long as you are not directly hit by dark magic, even if your cheekbones are shattered by a Bludger, you can be rescued in time?"
In the center of the open Quidditch pitch, Aileen glanced at the professional team of healers standing on the edge of the pitch and nodded with satisfaction - compared to Hogwarts, the personnel configuration of professional Quidditch teams is indeed much more reasonable.
In this way, she doesn't have to be timid every time, afraid that the sniping strength is too strong and she won't have time to rush to rescue.
As a Veela, Aileen is almost like a devil from hell when it comes to manipulating emotions.
With just a few words, Brandon Dunne and a group of Quidditch players were already provoked, and without too much hesitation, they chose a three-on-three regular Quidditch offense and defense match under Aileen's verbal attacks.
The rules are simple: the two sides take turns attacking and defending the Quaffle, and the first team to score thirty points wins.
"Oh, little one, you don't have to worry too much. Over the years, only two cases of broken chins have occurred in the entire Jurassic Quidditch Stadium. What's more, we are professional players and know how to control our strength..."
Hearing Aileen's voice, the burly Quidditch players standing in front of the girl grinned.
"However, pain may be unavoidable. Quidditch has never been a field that ladies should enter."
"Don't worry, I will also pay attention to controlling my strength. I hope you professionals can last a few more minutes in my hands –"
Aileen smiled slightly, responding sharply in a calm voice, her eyes flashing with eagerness.
"In short, struggle and please me as much as possible... This will at least make your failure a little more valuable."
Relying on the skills she developed when playing games in her previous life, Aileen believes that she is definitely among the top players in this era when it comes to pre-match trash talk. If it weren't for the sake of her image, she could have let these simple wizards see in advance what it means to be a Zuan old mother who coexists with rage and elegance.
"You! You little sharp-tongued girl, you better pray not to..."
"Okay, Rex, don't bother with the little dwarf. Are you still going to argue with an eleven or twelve-year-old girl?"
Another Quidditch player patted his partner on the shoulder and said helplessly.
"We'll just win thirty points cleanly later, and they will naturally understand the difference between professional and student games."
"Heh, that's for sure..."
Little one?
Little dwarf?
Heh heh…
Anyone taller than 1.2 meters will have to cry later!
Aileen's eyes flashed a dangerous look, and she casually flipped her wrist. The Nimbus Seven broom, which belonged exclusively to her, jumped nimbly into her hand. Silver stars were imprinted and shone in the sunlight, as if they were fragments of sealed souls.
"Okay, stop talking, get on your brooms."
Brandon Dunne, who was acting as the temporary referee, cleared his throat and glared at his players.
Although he was a little annoyed by Aileen's provocation, Brandon Dunne didn't care too much.
Dunne, who is now middle-aged, is not like those young and energetic players. He knows very well some of the bad habits of children from pure-blood wizarding families, especially those children whom Dumbledore personally greeted. It is normal for them to be arrogant and willful.
To deal with this kind of little brat with young master and princess diseases, you only need to crush them with absolute strength once, and everything will be solved - children have always been simple, and the transition from arrogance to complete submission is actually very simple.
On the other hand, Brandon Dunne was even more dissatisfied with those young players who couldn't hold their breath.
After pondering for a few seconds, Brandon Dunne raised his palm and said in a serious tone.
"Five minutes, I'll only give you five minutes. If you can't finish the game within five minutes... hum. Then maybe from next week, you guys will be temporarily demoted to the bench until your attitude is correct before you can enter the starting lineup."
"Now, the game begins!"
Without too much foreshadowing, Brandon Dunne blew the silver whistle hard and threw the Quaffle to Aileen at the same time.
Although according to the usual practice of three-on-three matches, the two sides should determine the order of the first offense and defense by drawing lots, but considering the huge age gap between the two sides, Aileen's side naturally directly obtained the right to attack first.
However, strictly speaking, this is not such a huge advantage.
As long as their attack fails, or there is a loss of the ball during the pass, then the ball will naturally return to the hands of the official players of the British Quidditch National Team - in Dunne's view, that also means the end of the game...
Boom!
Before the Quidditch coach could finish his thoughts, a beam of scarlet light cut through the sky.
Accompanied by a deafening roar, Chaser Rex, who had just taken off for less than five seconds, fell from the sky at an even faster speed, crashing onto the field next to Brandon Dunne and cleanly fainting.
"Paramedics, enter the field! Prepare for rescue."
Aileen drifted down on her flying broom, issuing instructions calmly, while in Brandon Dunne's dazed gaze and the dust flying all over the sky, she pulled the Quaffle out of the body of the young player who had just called her little one.
The silver-white devil gently bounced the slightly deformed red magic ball in his hand, slowly ascended into the air, looked at the two British Quidditch stars opposite him who seemed to be petrified, with a happy smile on his face, and said softly.
"First one, don't worry, his life is not in danger, it just hurts a little bit. ... Five minutes, you have five minutes. If you can successfully hold on until the end of the time, I am willing to tentatively call you - the strongest."
"Now, I allow you, you can start running away..."
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Mama Mia! Chapter 2!! 6000 words updated! Mama Mia!!!
Lovely Aileen is asking for love~ Asking for monthly tickets~
If neither of the above is available, then the rookie up master "Half Round Face Chubby Chicken Gu"~ humbly asks for a three-part combo~~
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